Music
Please not that I, the writer of this fic, do not own anything mentioned in relation to STAR TREK or the SONGS mentioned, both belong to the respective owners and companies. This is for fictional purposes only. Please enjoy!
This was based upon a prompt on how Kirk & Gaila could have meet, Music involved and not with sex.
(a/n: also set to "The Face of Boe" from Murray Gold & the BBC National Orchestra of Whales for the first three paragraphs "Killing Me Softly" by the Fugees till the end of the song)
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She never told anyone that she came out to the small café bars; it was like a private little secret, not even Uhura knew about it.
She sat down in the corner near the sound stage, listening to the artists performing. She felt her feet tap to each rhythm, each note receiving an individual step, never repeating. Gaila had hoped that she would be able to hear the new singer everyone was raving about in the shoppe this evening.
And there he was, standing and partially sitting on a bar stool with a guitar in his hands, looking battered but well loved and played. He had some visible bruises on his arm and scars as well, she paid closer attention to him as he started to strum and the room became quite and she stared at him, with slight awe.
Blonde hair going in every direction, electric blue eyes that just swept you in and a body that was perfectly defined in everyway, the bruises and scars she noted gave him an edge that she had not seen in others at the academy. It was refreshing and troubling all at the same time. She became completely engrossed in her own thoughts, letting the strum of the guitar and the reggae drum beat flow in her and with out realizing it, she was out of her seat and in the middle of the floor, dancing to the beat.
She swung her hips to each beat, her hands flowing gracefully like a belly dancer in the repetitive twisty motions. Her red hair was down and bouncing exotically as she did en pointe movements, making her upper body still and she sinfully tossed her hips in a figure eight. As she was doing that, her ears opened up and listened to his raspy and a very soulful voice sing out
"Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song.
Telling my whole life with his song
Killing me softly…with his song.
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair,
And than he looked right through me
As If I wasn't there.
But he was there, this stranger
Singing clear and strong"
And true to the words, she felt him stare at her intently, without hesitation she spun around and dance directly in front of him, using a very old and traditional Orion dance, to show respect, acceptance and sorrow. She never broke eye contact as he continued and she followed along.
While the two were in their element, respective and now conjoined, the rest of the crowd was clapping in time and was amazed to see beauty such as that in a pure form. The owner recorded the entire thing from the first strum to the last cords of his performance with the addition of the woman letting her feet lead her to dance. He'd give it to them as a gift for bringing a spark back to the place it, it was the right thing to do, the blending of art and music is something to be shared.
The audience roared with approval as he ended his song and she bowed gracefully.
He slugged the guitar on to his back and jumped off the stage, walking infront of her.
"Kirk, James T. Kirk…and you might be?" he smiled at her
"Gaila…just Gaila" she returned it right back.